Abby
“So? Tell me all about it.”
Chloe sidles up next to me at the prepping station, knife in hand. I shoot her a furtive look over the carrots that I’m getting ready to pickle for the gala.
“Tell you about what?” I ask.
Chloe smirks and glances over her shoulder at the others, then leans in a little closer. “You and Damon.”
I let out a scoff. “You mean the table arrangements he needed help with? Yeah, it was real titillating.”
“Oh, come on.” Chloe nudges me as she chops a large onion. The scent doesn’t make my eyes water anymore; although right now, I can’t quite tell if it’s from years of cooking or if it’s because I’ve spent the last three days crying whenever I have a moment alone.
“He’s a prince,” she continues. “I’m sure he’s got all kinds of managers wh
